I Have No Title.

All weekend, I ate like a huge fatass.

I ate like a huge fatass at lunch.

Curly fries and a veggie burger? Really, Margaret? Really?!

BUT.

I have to apologize for being so fucking whiny for the past week or so.

I reread my last few posts and wanted to slap myself. I really sound like a huge fucking self-pitying bitch.

BUT.

I am in a good mood today, despite having such a horrid eating day.

I had a really great weekend. Two of my best friends from home came up to visit for a bit on Saturday, and then Eric and I went to the ballet later that night. It felt really nice to dress up for sometthing that wasn't a funeral. And a plus- it was fabulous, live-action thinspo. Which apparently isn't working too well...

Yesterday was my birthday, and it was wonderful. I went to lunch with mom and dad and sister, and then went to the laundromat with Eric, who got me a pretty bad ass present, I must say. He got me puppet that's a monster (shown above), who I brought to the majority of my classes today, and he gave me a card that's shaped like a pickle. Inside he wrote, "Happy mother FUCK-ing birthday" and signed his name inside a poorly-drawn heart. I've never know a guy who can draw a heart. They always look like butts or potatoes.

Oh, Eric. Hahaha.

Anyways.

I'm fasting again as of tomorrow, if anyone wants to join in maybe.

Love you always,

Margie.